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Ramsgate Beach, Australia

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Artist's Description

Stella’s not impressed. Kevin would prefer to sit next to a boy. Jean is bored. It’s 1965 and it’s Riverstone P.S. ( Stella was an Aussie-Cloggie too! )…It’s about 43 years later and I know that Stella has seen this picture. So good to catch up…….…Stella might remember some of these teachers and scenes: Left: The deputy principal, speaking to one of the other teachers, in the playground.The D.P., was very popular with the kids.A long time ago, someone told me that in his last days there, he would doze off sometimes, at his desk and the kids would just let him sleep and they got on with their work.I can believe that it was easy to do (Doze off.)The teachers’ desks were beside the window, where the warm sun would come through, in the afternoon. It is very likely that Bill was sitting at that very desk, where I was sitting, in this picture.

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Can’t explain why but this picture really touches me. The drummer boy has a great face off course. I can remember it always was a tensed moment, the first day. I can be something of the picture, but were the classrooms so small, Ozcloggie? How large was the average group of children you had to teach?

There always has to be at least one clown in the classroom, the guy with the drum looks like he fits the bill here. Great image, amazing how thing have changed in our schools yet many things are still the same.

Thanks for your comment and for taking the time to look, Byron. As you’re from the U.S.A., it reminds me that at that, my first school, we still taught Social Studies. (It has since been called Human Society and Its Environment.) And we taught that from textbooks, like High School. And we had to read, at least once every fortnight, from the back of the book about famous people who were an example to humanity. It strikes me that only THAT generation. Those children sitting in my classroom, (That girl with her hand up.) were the last Australians to have to learn who George Washington Carver was and to remember that for tests. I remember that name so well because, honestly, even at that time, I wondered why Australian school children had to learn about him. I KNOW that I did not learn about that American gentleman, in primary school in Gouda, The Netherlands!!